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Biography of Jacob Foutz Sr. and Margaret Mann Foutz



(Jacob Foutz Sr., Mormon convert, missionary, settler, 1847 Pioneer – left for dead in “The Haun’s Mill Massacre”, a Bishop of three wards, father of twelve children including two of Henson Walker Jr’s wives – Elizabeth and Margaret Foutz, was indeed a faithful Latter Day Saint.

Even though he died in 1848 at the comparatively early age of forty-seven – probably due to the wounds received at Haun’s Mill and exposure and the fever at Nauvoo, he lived a busy, useful life in his Church. He served successively as Presiding Elder at Richland County, Ohio, Bishop of the Fifth and Eighth Wards in Nauvoo, was a captain of his group on the westward trek in 1847, and Bishop of the east half of the new Fort Ward in Salt Lake City.)

Biography of Jacob Foutz Sr. and Margaret Mann Foutz
--- by Grace Foutz Boulter and Mary Foutz Corrigan

Jacob Foutz Sr. was a native of Pennsylvania. He was born in Franklin County, Nov. 20, 1800, the son of John Foutz and Elizabeth Hinkle, who were also natives of this same county and state.

The information available regarding the earlier ancestry of this family is meager. It is known, however, that the father of the above mentioned John Foutz was Conrad Foutz, born in Sweibruchen, Germany in 1734, died in Donegal, Pa. Nov. 20, 1790. Conrad’s wife, Elizabeth, was born in 1739, place unknown. She died Sept. 26, 1827, at Lewisburg, Pa.

According to the records of Mr. A.B. Boutz, who lived in Pennsylvania, and who died about 1937, the above mentioned Conrad Foutz came to this country from Germany. His father and mother died during the trip over and were buried at sea. Conrad came to America alone, but no record is available as to the year he came.

It is believed that Jacob Foutz Sr. had several brothers and sisters. The only authentic record we have as yet is a mention made in the diary of Jacob Foutz Sr. where he writes of having a brother, Micial, and a sister, Elizabeth. The record of his sister, Elizabeth, shows she was born June 22, 1797, Franklin County, Pa. She married Jacob Hess, 1816. Elizabeth Foutz Hess joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and came to Utah with the Pioneers in 1847. She was the mother of twelve children. She made her home in Farmington, Utah. Her posterity is numerous throughout northern Utah.

Very little information is to be had regarding the early life of Jacob Foutz Sr. We do know, however, that he was an energetic brick layer. When he was twenty-one years old (July 22, 1822) he married Mararet Mann (or Munn). She was the daughter of David Mann and Mary Rock, born Dec. 11, 1801 in Thomastown, Franklin County, Pa. When Margaret was a mere baby she was left an orphan, deprived of both parents. But He who is a “Father to the fatherless” had a mission for her to perform and so she was spared and brought up by strangers to heed the voice of God and glorify His name.
The lives of these two young people, Jacob and Margaret, were destined to be adventuresome and notable. They lived in one of the most progressive periods the world has ever known and in one of the countries which was making its own early history at this time. They came from a section of this country that furnished many pioneers and early in their married life they too went to live on the frontier.

While they lived in Franklin County, Pa. four girls were born to them, two of which died in infancy. Susan was born Feb. 14, 1823, and Polly was born Oct. 10, 1824. Polly lived to be about seven years old, as it is believed she died sometime in 1831. The third daughter, Nancy Ann, was born in Jemper City, Franklin, Pa., on the 21st day of May, 1826. The fourth child, Elizabeth, was born Sept. 13, 1827.

Franklin County, where the Foutz family lived, was settled mainly by German people, and the Foutz children were taught to speak the German language before they learned to speak English. This caused them much embarrassment when they left this section of the country and went west among the English speaking people.

In the latter part of the year 1827, the family moved west to Richland County, Ohio. At this time Ohio and the country westward was only sparsely settled. The small settlements were chiefly along the rivers which were the main means of travel. There was much good land to be had for the taking and many families were leaving their homes in the east to take up farming on the western frontiers.

It was in this new home in Richland County, Ohio, where the fifth child in the Foutz family was born. This daughter they named Sarah. Here also death visited this humble abode as Polly, their second daughter, died sometime in 1831. In December of this same year, 1831, their sixth daughter was born to them on Christmas Day.

While this little family lived in Richland County, Ohio, Elder David Evans of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints came to their home and taught them the Gospel. They were convinced of its truth and were baptized into the Church, which was a very unpopular thing to do at that time, as most people were very bitter toward the Elders.

The same year they became members of the Church, their first son was born. He was Alma, the seventh child in the family, born Dec. 4, 1824. This child, however, like his sister Polly, was not permitted to live long upon the earth, as he died in childhood sometime before October, 1838.

Shortly after the Foutz family joined the Church, they probably felt the “spirit of gathering” which was then being taught by the Elders of the Church, for they left Ohio and moved farther west. This time they purchased some land on the Crooked River in Missouri. Here was an organized branch of the Church, and here they hoped to have a permanent home. This branch of the Church was presided over by their friend, Elder David Evans, who had first preached the Gospel to them.

Speaking of this new home in Missouri, Margaret Foutz says, “We enjoyed ourselves exceedingly well and everything seemed to prosper, but the spirit of persecution began to manifest itself. Falsehoods were circulated about the Mormon population that was settling about the region and soon there began to be signs of trouble.”

Here, on the Crooked River in Caldwell County, Missouri, another son was born to the Foutz family Mar. 16, 1837. This son they named Joseph Lehi. He was the eldest son to live and was destined to play an important role in the settling of the west. Margaret Foutz, in October, 1838, speaks of her “little family of five children” so we take for granted that the eldest child, Susan, must also have passed on into another sphere before this time, as well as Polly and Alma.

The Foutz family, with the other members of the little settlement, were not permitted to enjoy their new home for long. The mobs were driving the Saints out of one county after another in Missouri, and as Margaret Foutz said, “Even in the little settlement of Haun’s Mill in Caldwell County, trouble was being felt.”

The mobs had threatened to destroy the mill owned by Brother Haun and so as a precautionary measure the Saints had organized themselves together and planned to keep a few watchmen at the mill continually.

The Saints had met with a great deal of opposition from the people in Missouri, as they had in different sections of the east. It seems the evil spirit was always at work stirring up individuals and groups of individuals to persecute the Saints. Many times the brethren had tried to settle matters peaceably, but to no avail, and so in October, 1838, the Foutz family had a most trying experience. It is known in Church History as “The Haun’s Mill Massacre.”

The following paragraphs are taken from the account of Joseph Young, an eye witness of one of the most awful scenes which ever stained the annals of history in any age or country. His story coincides perfectly with the account which Margaret Foutz gave shortly before her death, which account will also be recorded here.

Brother Young says: “On Sunday, October 28, we arrived at Haun’s Mill where we found a number of our friends collected, who were holding a council and deliberating upon the best course for them to pursue to defend themselves against the mob who were collecting in the neighborhood under the command of Colonel Jennings, of Livingston, and threatening them with house burning and killing.”

“The decision of the council was that the neighborhood should put itself in a state of defense. Accordingly, about twenty-eight of our men armed themselves and were in constant readiness for an attack, if any small body of mobbers might come upon them. The same evening, for some reason best known to themselves, the mob sent one of their number to enter into a treaty with our friends, which was accepted on the condition that each party, as far as their influence extended, should exert themselves to prevent any further hostilities. At this time, however, there was another mob collecting on Grand River at William Mann’s, which was threatening us; consequently, we remained under arms on Monday the 29th, which passed away without molestation from any quarter.”

“On Tuesday, the 30th (Oct), that bloody tragedy was enacted, the scenes of which I shall never forget. More than three-fourths of the day had passed in tranquility as smiling as the preceding one. I think there was no individual of our company that was apprised of the sudden and awful fate which hung over our heads like an overwhelming torrent, and which was to change the prospects, the feeling and the sympathies of about thirty families.”

“The banks of Shoal Creek, on either side, teemed with children sporting and playing, while their mothers were engaged in domestic employments. Fathers or husbands were either on guard about the mills or other property, or employed in gathering crops for winter consumption. The weather was very pleasant, the sun shone clearly, all was tranquil, and no one expressed any apprehension of the awful crisis that was near us, even at our doors.”

“It was about four o’clock, P.M., while sitting in my cabin with my babe in my arms, and my wife standing by my side, the door being open, I cast my eyes on the opposite bank of Shoal Creek, and saw a large body of armed men on horses directing their course toward the mills with all possible speed. As they advanced through the scattering trees that bordered the prairie they seemed to form themselves into a three square position, forming a vanguard in front. At this moment, David Evans, seeing the superiority of their numbers (there being two hundred and forty of them according to their own count) gave a signal and cried for peace. This not being heeded they continued to advance, and their leader, a man named Comstock, fired a gun, which was followed by a solemn pause of about ten or twelve seconds; when all at once they discharged about one hundred rifles, aiming at a blacksmith’s shop, into which our friends fled for safety. They then charged up to the shop, the crevices of which, between the logs, were sufficiently large to enable them to aim directly at the bodies of those who had fled there for refuge from the fire of their murderers. There were several families tented in the rear of the shop whose lives were exposed, and, amid showers of bullets, they fled to the weeds in different directions.”

“After standing and gazing at this bloody scene for a number of minutes, and finding myself in the uttermost danger, the bullets having reached the house where I was living, I committed my family to the protection of Heaven, and leaving the house on the opposite side, I took a path which led up the hill, following in the trail of three of my brethren that had fled from the shop.”

“While ascending the hill we were discovered by the mob, who immediately fired at us, and continued so to do ‘till we reached the summit. In descending the hill, I secreted myself in a thicket of bushes, where I lay till eight o’clock in the evening. At this time I heard a voice calling my name in an undertone. I immediately left the thicket and went to the house of Benjamin Lewis, where I found my family- who had fled there in safety- and two of my friends mortally wounded; one of whom died before morning. Here we passed the painful night in deep and awful reflections on the scenes of the preceding evening. After daylight appeared some four or five men with myself, who had escaped with our lives from this horrid massacre, repaired as soon as possible to the mills to learn the condition of our friends whose fate we had but too truly anticipated.”

“When we arrived at the house of Mr. Haun, we found Mr. Merrick’s body lying in the rear of the house, Mr. McBride’s in front, literally mangled from head to foot. We were informed by Miss Rebecca Judd, who was an eye witness, that he was shot with his own gun after he had given it up, and then cut to pieces with a corn cutter by a man named Rogers, of Davis County, who keeps a ferry on Grand River, and who has since repeatedly boasted of this act of savage barbarity. Mr. York’s body we found in the house. After viewing these corpses we immediately went to the blacksmith’s shop, where we found nine of our friends, eight of whom were already dead – the other, Mr. Cox of Indiana, in agonies of death, who soon expired.”

“We immediately prepared and carried them to the place of interment. This last office of kindness due to the remains of departed friends was not attended with the customary ceremonies nor decency; for we were in jeopardy, every moment expecting to be fired on by the mob, who we supposed were lying in ambush, waiting the first opportunity to dispatch the remaining few who were providentially preserved from the slaughter of the preceding day. However, we accomplished without molestation this painful task. The place of burial was a vault in the ground, formerly intended for a well, into which we threw the bodies of our friends promiscuously.”

This was the scene as pictured by one of the surviving brethren and now we will tell it as Sister Margaret Foutz remembered it years later.

Sister Foutz said the Saints had thought all was amicably adjusted after the meeting they had had with the mobbers the day before, and Brother Evans had gone to inform the brethren, her husband among them, that all was well. It was about the middle of the afternoon of that day when all of a sudden, without any warning whatever, sixty or seventy men with blackened faces, came riding up, their horses at full speed. The brethren ran for protection into an old log blacksmith’s shop. Being without arms they were helpless when the mob rode up to the shop and without any explanation or apparent cause, began a wholesale butchery by firing round after round through the cracks in the log wall of the shop.

Sister Margaret Foutz goes on to tell, “I was at home with my little family of five children and could hear the firing of guns. In a moment I knew that the mob was upon us. Soon a runner came telling the women and children to hasten into the woods and secret ourselves. This we did in all haste without taking anything to keep us warm; and had we been fleeing from the scalping knife of the Indian we would not have made greater haste. As we ran from house to house, gathering as we went, we finally numbered about forty or fifty women and children.”

“We ran about three miles into the woods and there huddled together, spreading what few blankets and shawls we chanced to have upon the ground for the children. There we remained until two o’clock the next morning before we heard anything of the result of the firing at the mill. Who can imagine our feelings during this dreadful suspense? When the news did come, lo! What terrible news! Fathers, brothers, husbands killed!

“We now took up the line of march for home, but alas what a home! Who would we find there? Now with our minds full of the most fearful forebodings, we retraced those three long, dreary miles. As we were returning I saw Brother Myers who had been shot through the body. In that dreadful state he had crawled on his hands and knees about two miles to his home.”

“One the way to the mill, in the first house I came to, there were three dead men. One, a Brother McBride, was a terrible sight to behold, having been cut and chopped and mangled with a corn cutter. I was told he was a survivor of the Revolutionary War.”

“After I arrived at my house with my children, I hastily made a fire to warm them and then started for the mill, about two miles distant. My children would not remain at home as they said, ‘if father and mother are going to be killed, we want to be with them.’ I hurried on, looking for my husband and finally found him in an old house covered with some rubbish. He had been shot in the thigh. I there rendered him all the aid that I could, but it was evening before I could get him home.”

“I saw thirteen more dead bodies at the shop and witnessed the beginning of the burial which consisted in throwing the men that the mob had killed into a vault that formerly was intended for a well. They threw the bodies in head first or feet first as the case might be. When they had thrown in three my heart sickened and I could not stand it more. I turned away to keep from fainting.”

“My husband and another brother had drawn dead bodies over themselves and pretended to be dead. By so doing they saved their own lives and heard what some of the mob said. After the firing was over two little boys that were in the shop begged for their lives, but no, one of the mob said, ‘they will make Mormons’ and he put the muzzle of his gun to the boys’ heads and blew their brains out.”

“Oh, what a change one short day had brought! Here were our friends dead and dying, one in particular asked me to take a hammer and give him relief by knocking his brains out, so great was his agony. And in all this we knew not what moment our enemies would be upon us again. All this suffering, not because we had broken any law – on the contrary, it was part of our religion to keep the laws of the land – but because the evil spirit was at work among the children of men.”

“In the evening Brother Evans got a team and wagon and conveyed my husband to our home. He carried him in and placed him on the bed. I then had to attend him alone, without a doctor or anyone to tell me what to do for him. Six days later my husband, himself, helped me to extract the bullet which was buried deep in the thick part of his thigh and was flattened like a knife. We did this with a kitchen knife.”

“During the first ten days the mob came every day with blackened faces (more like demons from the infernal pit than like human beings) cursing and swearing that they would kill the old Mormon preacher, who was my husband. At times like these when human nature would quail, I have felt the power of God upon me to that degree that I have stood before the mob fearless and although a woman and alone, these demons in human shape had to succumb to the power which they knew not of. During these days of danger I sometimes hid my husband out in the woods behind our home and covered him with leaves. When he was able to sit up he was dressed as a woman and put at the spinning wheel. In this way his life was protected. Thus, during my husband’s illness was I harassed by mobocratic violence.”

The story is told that on one occasion when the mob came to Sister Foutz’s looking for her husband, she felt the power of God upon her to such an extent that she was totally unafraid. She commanded the mobbers, inasmuch as they had killed and injured the men of the community, to kill and dress a pig for her and her little ones to eat. These men trembled before this little woman and did as she had told them to do. Sister Foutz often told how she surprised herself on such occasions, but she was humble and gave credit and thanks to her God for this extra courage and strength.

The mobs had taken food, clothing and bedding from the Saints and had even burned some of their homes. So now besides the pain and sorrow they had to bear, many of them were without even the bare necessities of life.

The day came, at length, when the mob finally left the Saints alone with the understanding that they were to leave Missouri in the spring. This the Saints agreed to do, even though it meant giving up another of their homes and the improved land that went with them. Always their enemies profited from their labor and suffering.

About the middle of February, 1839, the Foutz family, along with other inhabitants of the little settlement of Haun’s Mill, and hundreds of other Saints from other parts of Missouri, began their exodus. They went from Missouri to Quincy, Illinois.

At Quincy the people were hospitable. They understood the unjust treatment the Saints had been given in Missouri and for a while they seemed to sympathize with them. As more Saints continued to come into Illinois the local citizens of Quincy became alarmed. They feared that the new citizens would take all the work to be had and probably upset political authority and so they too began to suggest that the “Mormons” move elsewhere.

In the files of the Latter Day Saints, there is on record what seems to be a registered complaint signed by Jacob Foutz, sworn to against individuals of the mob which had molested the Saints in Missouri.

This complaint reads as follows:

“Quincy, Illinois, March 17, A.D., 1840

This is to certify that I was a citizen retime of Caldwell County, Missouri, at the time Governor Bogg’s exterminating order was issued and that I was quartered on by the mob militia without my leave or consent, at different times, and one time by William Mann, Hiram Cumstock and brother, who professed to be the captain, also Robert White; And that I was wounded and driven from the State to my inconvenience and deprived of my freedom as well as to my loss of at least four hundred dollars.
Signed __________ Jacob Joutz [Foutz]
Sworn to before C. M. Woods, Clerk Circuit.”

Many such complaints were sworn to by different men and they are on file in Illinois, but, although the matter was even taken to the Federal Government at Washington, D. C., the Saints were unable to get help or redress for the sufferings and material losses which the citizens and Governor of Missouri had caused them.

It must have been sometime in 1840 when the Foutz family left Quincy, Ill. for in that year (Oct. 27, 1840) we find Jacob Foutz was made second counselor to Bishop Matthew Leach in the Freedom Stake of the Church, near Payson, Adams Co. Ill. While the Foutz family lived in Adams County, Ill., probably in the city of Quincy, or near Payson, their daughter, Margaret, was born. This was on the 16th day of October 1839.

Sometime between Oct. 1840 and Feb. 1841, the Foutz family moved into Brown Co., for it is recorded in the writings of Joseph Smith that Feb. 28, 1841 a branch of the Church, or Stake of Zion, was organized in Brown Co., western Ill. with Levi Gifford as president, Lodarick as first counselor and Jacob Foutz as second counselor.

Jacob Foutz must not have lived in this locality long, for shortly after this he was living in Nauvoo, Ill. On the 20th of Oct. 1842, the High Council in session (at Nauvoo) “Resolved that the City of Nauvoo be divided into ten wards according to the division made by the Temple Committee, and that there be a Bishop appointed over such districts immediately out of the city and adjoining thereto as shall be considered necessary.” This resolution goes on further to give the names of those chosen to preside over these districts. Jacob Foutz was appointed Bishop of the Fifth Ward.

In a little diary kept by Jacob Foutz, we are given a little insight into his life. This book is a meager affair, hand made of white paper, sewed to a black cover. In this diary he says, “Left Nauvoo 12th of September and left Quincy 3rd of October.” This we believe to be the notation made at the time he left for the missionfield. The year is believed to be 1841.

The Church Presidency thought it advisable to keep in touch with the eastern branches even if the Saints were hard pressed in their new location. Missionaries were sent out as usual in spite of the fact that they were badly needed at home to drain the swamp that was to be there home, build their homes and help with the erection of the Temple.

Under just what circumstances Jacob Foutz left to go on his mission, we do not know, but surely it must have been a great sacrifice for him and his family to make. They were barely settled in their home in Nauvoo when he was sent away, leaving his six children and wife who was expecting another baby soon. His mission took him again to his old home state of Pennsylvania where he labored among his friends and relatives, many of whom he was successful in converting and baptizing into the Church.

Jacob Foutz tells (in his diary) of leaving “Pitsburg” and going out and searching faithfully and preaching in nearby neighborhoods. He labored in Indiana, Camberg, Bedford, and Franklin counties. Most of the time he preached at meetings held in the school houses, but occasionally meetings were held in the homes of individuals. According to his record, the investigators of these meetings numbered from eleven to eighteen and at one meeting he notes twenty-eight were present. Nov. 16, 1842, Jacob Foutz records that he baptized Levi Thornton and wife, Elizabeth. An expense account in the diary which he kept right along with his other records, is interesting when we compare the price and variety of goods which this missionary bought with those purchased today. Evidently these good brethren bought for their families as well as themselves while out in the missionfield, as such items as “calico” appear often in the lists, one of which is as follows: 10 lbs. fish .40, sugar .10, calico 1.60, cofy .12 and butter 2 lbs. .20.

Just how long Bro. Foutz remained on his mission is not known. The next account of him we have is in June 18..., at which time he was again in Nauvoo. His wife had given birth to a baby boy in his absence. This child, Hyrum, was born in Dec. 1842 at Nauvoo, Ill. No record, after this time, is to be had concerning this baby, so it is believed it died in infancy. Nauvoo at that time was a most unhealthful place to live. There was much sickness throughout the settlement and old and young died of fever continually. It is possible that little Hyrum may have been a victim of some such disease. Our sympathy goes out to the mother of this family, for she had more than her share of work and worry to make a home in this new country under such trying circumstances.

In Margaret Foutz’s autobiography (written years later) she had this to say: “My husband was a man of great faith, and many times had sickness yielded and even broken bones been united in our family, through prayer and the administration of the laying on of hands. I bear testimony that this work commonly called ‘Mormonism’ is true and I leave this as a testimony to my children and to my children’s children, and to all who may read my autobiography, that this work is the work of the Lord.”

“I will now chronicle one miracle that took place in my home. My husband took very sick, also a young man that lived at our house was very sick and my eldest child had been very sick for about ten days; in fact he was so bad that he had become speechless. I sent for an Elder, Bro. J. Carto. He and another Elder came with him, and they administered to each of the sick and then called upon them, in the name of the Lord, to arise from their beds and be made whole. They did so and I got them something to eat, of which they partook and they were instantaneously healed by the power of God – His servants officiating in the Priesthood which they had received.”

After returning from his mission, Jacob Foutz was very active in the Church and he was also made a member of the Nauvoo Legion. Inasmuch as threats were being made by mobs to take the Prophet and others out of Nauvoo, men were called especially to protect Bro. Joseph. Jacob was among a group of about eighty-five men aboard the “Maid of Iowa”, a steamboat, which was sent out from Nauvoo to patrol the Mississippi River in an effort to prevent anyone from taking the Prophet to Missouri by water for trial. This boat was loaded June 25, 1842 and sailed that night. They were out about one week, as it is recorded they left Quincy, Ill. July 1, 1843 at 8 o’clock a.m. to return to Nauvoo.

On Sunday, Oct. 1, 1843, Joseph Smith attended a meeting in Nauvoo in the morning which was adjourned in consequence of cold and rain. The weather in the afternoon was more pleasant and the people assembled to resume their meeting. The were addressed on this occasion by Elder William Marks, local president of the Nauvoo Stake, Charles C. Rich and Bishop Jacob Foutz.

The Foutz family, like all of the other Saints, were busy making their home in Nauvoo while, at the same time, they lived in constant fear of the mobs which were threatening them continually. In June 1844, the Prophet Joseph, his brother, Hyrum, and others, following the advice of some of the Saints, gave themselves up to the mob in an effort to save trouble and bloodshed. These men were taken to the jail in Carthage, Ill. from which the Prophet and his brother, Hyrum, never returned alive. After this dreadful event, which took place at Carthage, in which the two brothers, Joseph and Hyrum, lost their lives, the Saints lived in even greater fear and anxiety. Threats were made continually by the mob to burn Nauvoo and drive the people from the state. In these troublesome and uncertain times, Margaret Foutz gave birth to another son, Jacob, on the 25th of August, 1844.

The Saints, now left without a president, were greatly bewildered. Sidney Rigdon, who had been a counselor to Joseph Smith in the First Presidency of the Church, sought to set himself up as their leader. This he did before the Twelve Apostles, the rightful governing power of the Church, could gather themselves inform their various missionfields. Sidney Rigdon was prevented from carrying out his plan and was later disfellowshipped from the Church. Many were led away who were in sympathy with his views. Several other Church leaders broke away from the Church at this time and took with them many followers. Jacob Foutz and his family remained faithful to the proper authority and when Brigham Young, president of the Twelve Apostles, was chosen to lead the Church, they rallied around their new president and gave him their support.

In the fall the general conference of the Church was held. At his conference, Oct. 7, 1844 Jacob Foutz and other leaders and Bishops were sustained in their various offices by a unanimous vote. On Oct. 8, 1844, at another session of this general conference, Pres. Young proceeded to select men from the High Priest Quorum to go abroad “in all the congressional districts of the U. S. to preside over the branches of the Church.” Jacob Foutz was among those chosen on this occasion.

It seems that there was much unrest and many evil practices which had crept into the eastern branches of the Church and Pres. Young thought it advisable to send faithful men, whom he knew to have the spirit of God with them, to preside over these branches and straighten out matters. Many men left Nauvoo shortly after they received their call to fill this mission. There is no record, however, the Bro. Foutz answered this call. He had recently been on a mission to Pennsylvania and it is possible that he was not sent out again, his health being poor since his encounter with the mob at Haun’s Mill.

Although persecution was great and it was felt generally that the Saints would again have to abandon their homes, they were commanded of God to go ahead with the building of a Temple. All who could, gave of their time and means for this purpose. At the beginning of the new year special efforts were put forth to rush the Temple to completion. In a record published by Bishops Whitney and Miller, trustees in trust for the Church, dated Jan. 31, 1845, it is shown that Jacob Foutz was one of the brethren appointed as agents by the proper authorities of the Church to “collect donations and tithing for the Temple and for other purposes, in the City of Nauvoo.”

Three months later at the General Conference of the Church, on Apr. 7, 1845, William Clayton recorded the principal officers of the Church who were sustained by the Church membership. On this occasion Jacob Foutz was sanctioned as Bishop of the Eight Ward of Nauvoo.

The winters were long and cold for those who were so poorly housed and underfed. Sickness was prevalent and the Elders of the Church were kept busy administering to the sick and caring for their own families.

On Monday, Feb. 9, 1846, the Temple was seen to be on fire. Men and women, carrying water frantically, succeeded in putting out the flames. It was with sorrow they viewed the damage that had been done to the Lord’s House. The structure which many had gone hungry to build.

When spring finally came again, life became more normal and the Foutz family made preparations for the wedding of their next eldest daughter, Elizabeth. On Apr. 10, 1846, Elizabeth was married to Henson Walker Jr. in the Nauvoo Temple.

This young couple began their wedded life in troublesome times. The members of the Church were moving across the river and leaving Nauvoo as rapidly as possible. Many had moved during the dead of winter and those still in the city were urged to speed their departure. Pres. Young and many of the Twelve Apostles were already as far west as Council Bluffs in search of a place of refuge for the Saints. So Elizabeth and Henson Walker, eager to make a home for themselves, had no idea where this home might one day be.

Among those first to leave Nauvoo, crossing the Mississippi River on the ice, was Elizabeth Foutz Hess, sister of Bishop Jacob Foutz. Elizabeth’s husband, Jacob Hess, was at that time paralyzed. They suffered greatly from cold and exposure. The first night after leaving Nauvoo they camped on the Iowa side of the river in a cold rain. From here they went on to Mt. Pisgah in the state of Iowa. They encountered hardships and trouble throughout the journey and upon their arrival at Mt. Pisgah, Elizabeth’s husband was far spent. Her son, John W. Hess, had assumed the responsibility of his father’s family as well as his own. He made his father as comfortable as possible in one of the two wagons and in the other was carried all the household supplies and provisions the oxen team could draw. All able to walk were forced to do so. At Mt. Pisgah they prepared to stay for a while. Here the earlier pioneers had planted crops for the benefit of those who would follow, and it was thought this would be good place to rest. They were not there long until Jacob Hess died, June 1846.

It is not known definitely just when Bishop Foutz and his family left Nauvoo, but it must have been soon after their daughter, Elizabeth’s marriage to Henson Walker on Apr. 10, 1846, for trouble with the mob became worse each day. It is recorded that few Saints were left in Nauvoo after Aug. 1846, for on the 12th of this month the mob, about twelve hundred in number, came upon the Saints, armed with cannon and guns, and had a terrible battle. After fighting one hour and twenty-five minutes, the mob offered terms of compromise. All Mormons were to leave the city within five days, leaving only twelve families to finish the unsettled business and dispose of property, etc. The brethren, having little or no choice, consented to these terms and they hurried preparations to leave. It is said that on Thursday, five days later, when the mob came to Nauvoo some fifteen hundred in number, such was the distress and suffering of the Saints as actually to draw tears from the mob. Thus it was the “City Beautiful” was left behind and the Saints again were made homeless.

On leaving Nauvoo, the Foutz family went first to Garden Grove, Iowa. Here they stayed long enough to harvest a crop (summer and fall of 1846), they they moved on the Winter Quarters. Here the Saints had built some homes and were preparing to spend the winter. Many, arriving late, were forced to live in their wagons throughout the long, cold winter.

All during the fall and winter reports came at different times and from various sources that the mob in Missouri was organizing to come against the Saints in their new location. It seemed that as yet they had not found the place which was destined to be their peaceful home. Often the Saints sang together the hymn, “All Is Well”, written by Brother William Clayton. This helped t keep up their courage and strengthen their faith that eventually they would “find the place which God for them prepared, far away in the West.”

In the spring of 1847, Pres. Young and the Twelve Apostles organized a company of pioneers to blaze a trail westward and search out a suitable place for the Saints to settle. On the 14th of April this little band set forth. There were one hundred forty-three men and boys on the lists of this company, three women and two children. They had seventy-three wagons with horses, oxen and cattle.

Among this group was Henson Walker Jr. the young husband of Elizabeth Foutz. When Henson was called to take this journey, his wife was very ill. He would have declined to go had not Elizabeth urged him on. She wanted him to respond to all calls made upon him by the Presidency and would not now consent to his staying with her. So Henson left with the promise that if his wife lived, she would follow him later.

Elizabeth was determined to keep this promise, so preparations were made for her to make the trip with one of the first companies to leave after the original company was well on its way. She planned to travel with her husband’s people. When her own folks learned that she was going, they prepared to follow that they might look after her burial. They had no hope that she would live to see the valleys of the Rocky Mountains. However, as they moved on westward, out of the damp lowlands, Elizabeth’s health began to improve. Her life, which for a time seemed to be close to the end, had in reality only begun.

It was on the 21st of June, 1847, that the Foutz family left Winter Quarters on the journey that was eventually to take them to a permanent home in the mountains. These pioneers were organized into companies with a captain over each hundred, one over each fifty and one over each ten. This was done that each family might know where it was to travel and to whom to look for counsel and help. Bishop Jacob Foutz and Joseph Horne were captains of the second fifty of the Abraham O. Smoot Co.

As near as we are now able to figure, there were in the Foutz family at this time Bishop Jacob Foutz, who was forty-six years old, his wife, Margaret, forty-five years old, their daughters, Nancy Ann, twenty-one years old, Elizabeth, who was nineteen, Catherine, fifteen years old, a son, Joseph Lehi, ten years old, a daughter, Margaret, seven years old, and another son, Jacob Jr. who was four years old before they reached their destination.

The family very likely had two wagons in which to store all their household goods and provisions, as Catherine and Lehi often told how they drove one of the teams of oxen on their journey westward. Even thought they were better off in this respect than many families, the individuals in the family had t walk most of the way.

This journey offered a variety of experiences. Before they reached their destination there was happiness, romance and adventure in store for them, as well as fatigue, hunger and sorrow. They were to find out what it meant to toil on in intense heat, extreme cold and rain. In the end lay the reward, worth all it cost.

When they made preparations for the journey, they had thought to supply themselves with all that was necessary for their comfort on the journey, but they soon learned that the wagon would not hold a great deal. Often, by planning and careful packing, they were able to get in a few luxuries as well as the bare necessities, only to find out that it was too much of a load for the oxen to pull. When most families were on the road, they had only the essential food, clothing and bedding, and these were not enough when misfortune came their way.

Sometimes the rain came through the wagon-cover and soaked the flour which mildewed and was not fit to be eaten. Thereafter the family lived almost entirely on buffalo meat. At times a wagon would be over turned while fording a stream and then the entire contents of the wagon would be lost or badly spoiled. Feed for the cattle became a problem. In many places the grass had either been eaten off by the animals of the earlier companies or destroyed when some traveler had left his campfire and caused the prairie to burn. Each day they tried to travel from one watering place to another, but this was not always possible as the streams dried up late in the summer and so occasionally they were without water. The hot, dry plains brought health to some who had fallen sick in the low, damp city of Nauvoo, but others became ill from the changes in climate, water and food. The mothers, with small children, suffered greatly with anxiety, never knowing what would be their lot from day to day. Often they left a lonely grave along the wayside, one that was not likely to ever be visited again.

The Indians too were ever a source of worry. They were not hostile and so the pioneers did not fear them, but they were cattle thieves of the worst kind. Each night guards had to be set about the camp to keep track of the animals that wandered away in search of food. May companies did not have enough oxen and horses to draw their wagons and so could ill afford to lose any to the Indians. However, in the face of all the trouble they had to overcome, there was ever some fun. Each day brought a change of scenery, new hoe and greater dreams. Often in the evening they gathered around the campfire and listened to talks from hunters and explorers who sometimes spent the night with them. Or they sang songs and danced when they were not too tired. The young folks, upon whom responsibility did not weigh too heavily, rejoiced in the friendships they made and the adventures they encountered.

Brigham Young and the first company of pioneers had at last arrived in the Salt Lake Valley, July 24, 1847. They found it to be a good place and most of them were well satisfied with the prospects of the country. They were thankful and rejoiced in then blessings they had on their journey. Not a man, woman or child had died on the trip and not even any cattle died, but a few were stolen by the Indians.

This group of Pioneers immediately got to work exploring the country thereabout and laying out the city that was to be their future home. Everything was to center around the Temple Square, and the city was so laid out. The once barren desert at once became a very busy place. Some were sent into the mountains for logs with which to build homes, some set to work making adobes. Some fenced off corrals for the cattle and others plowed the ground and planted crops. Everyone did his part to get the valley ready for those who were soon to arrive.

On July 29th the Pueblo Company of the Mormon Battalion arrived in the Salt Lake Valley. Everyone rejoiced in seeing the brethren who had answered the nation’s call and taken such a hard journey in to the wilderness. These soldiers were in good spirits, but many were seriously ill and travel worn. Those able to work assisted the Pioneers in the work being done in the valley, but they were all anxious to start east and look after their families.

As soon as it was possible, preparations were made for those who were going back to Winter Quarters to do so, as they hoped to reach their old homes before snow fell. Accordingly, on Aug. 16, 1847, many of these hardy pioneers and soldiers set out again over the rough roads they had made. Some were happy at the prospects of seeing their families, while others, like Henson Walker, were fearful lest their loved ones had departed this life.

On the 30th day of August these brethren met the Spencer Company on the
Sweetwater – east of Ft. Bridger. William Walker was in this group and it is believed that Elizabeth Foutz Walker was there also. There must have been great rejoicing when this young couple, Elizabeth and Henson, were again united. The Walker’s and Foutz’s went on to the Salt Lake Valley, arriving there in September, 1847.

Quotations taken from the Pioneer History Journal, compiled by Andrew Jenson, give a little insight into the whereabouts of the Foutz family in the fall of 1847. “Sept. 7, 1847. It snowed part of the day and the weather was cold. By night the snow had cleared away. They crossed the Dry Sandy Creek at 2 p.m. and the Little Sandy at 10 o’clock in the evening where they stopped to camp. The road was good and the cattle traveled very much faster, especially after sundown. They made 28 miles that day. The second fifty of Smoot’s hundred, with Jacob Foutz and Joseph Horne as captains, spent part of the day with other pioneers from another company at the upper crossing of the Sweetwater.” “Sat, Sept. 18, 1847. Smoot’s hundred arrived and camped on Bear River.”

And so their journey continued until the whole company arrived in the Salt Lake Valley Sept. 25, 1847. This company was fortunate in getting their before the heavy snows fell. Some companies caught in these storms suffered terribly. The cattle could no longer pull the loads in the heavy snow and a call for help came to the Saints in the valley. Quoting from the Pioneer History Journal, we find: “The second fifty of Smoot’s company responded liberally to the call of sending teams from the valley to help the rear company over the mountains. Jacob Foutz sent one yoke of oxen back.”

With winter ready to set in, the entire Foutz family became very busy establishing their new home. With the other Saints they assisted in making the first improvements in Salt Lake City, along with working in the first organizations of the Church that were set up in this new location.

On November 7, 1847, Bishop Jacob Foutz was again placed at the head of one of the wards of the Church. This time he became Bishop of the east half of the New Fort Ward, which was one of the five wards into which the Pioneers of Great Salt Lake Valley were divided. This ward was located in the west side of town near where the Pioneer Park was later developed. It was in this general location where the Foutz family located. In this new home, Jan. 7, 1848, a baby daughter was born, whom they named Maranda.

Bishop Foutz had poor health and was in bed much of his time. His ill health was contributed to by the injuries he received at Haun’s Mill and to the fever-sickness which he suffered while in Nauvoo. Of this sickness his wife tells us more in her later years. Just a little over a month after the arrival of the baby girl, which was their twelfth child, Bishop Jacob Foutz passed away. His death occurred while he was away from home excavating in gravel, Feb 14, 1848. His fellow workers said he took what they called a stroke and died suddenly. (More like a heart attack).

It is not known where Bishop Jacob Foutz was buried. There is no record to indicate that the City Cemetery had been laid out then, as his death was among the first to occur in the valley. He was very likely buried on the family property, as there are records to indicate that such was the practice in that early day.

Although we do not know where his final resting place was, we do know that he went to the reward for which he had labored all his life. His life had been an eventful one, mingled with joys and sorrows. He had been a faithful member of the Church for many years and a diligent worker in it. The Church leaders, a well as the membership, joined with the family in mourning the passing of this humble servant of God.

For the balance of the “Jacob Foutz Sr. and Family”
History – by Grace Foutz Boulter and Mary Foutz
Corrigan – and the “Autobiography of Margaret Mann
Foutz”--------refer to the Foutz Records. – Editor.

Margaret Mann Foutz

Margaret Mann (or Munn?) Foutz was born in Thomastown, Franklin, Co., Pa, Dec. 11, 1801. Her parents, David Mann (or Munn?) and Mary Rock, had twelve children. (Only five children are listed on our family group sheet) Her father died when she was four years old, leaving her mother with six boys and five girls; one child died in infancy. Seven years later the mother died, and the following year Margaret was taken into the home and into the hearts of Daniel and Ann Borier. They were kind, religious people and were Protestants.

The Borier’s kept a tavern. They had a son who devotedly loved their foster daughter and wished to make her his wife. So pure and unselfish was their love for Margaret that they refused their consent because they felt their son was not worthy of this girl, who they loved and treated as their own daughter.

Margaret was blessed with wonderful health and delighted to pay her foster parents with service. She milked cows, churned, washed dishes, went to market, and often got out of bed at midnight to prepare a meal for some delayed traveler. She could not remember that she ever was tired.

This kind couple provided for her education in the best way they could. There was a little log schoolhouse near, with a German teacher. The only study was reading the German language, which was spoken exclusively in her home. “Our teacher, “she said, “was a quiet man. He would march us up in front by rapping on the table with a stick. When through, we would take our seats.”

When Margaret was fourteen years old she was a woman of responsibility, and was destined to soon meet her future husband. To their home on day came a fine looking young man of fair complexion to borrow an auger. So impressed was she with his looks and personality that she inquired his name. It was Jacob Foutz, who was of German descent. “Right then,” said Margaret, “I decided that he was the man I wanted to marry.” After a smooth sailing courtship of five years, they were married July 22, 1822 (or 1819?), by a priest in Greencastle, and went to housekeeping in their brother-in-law’s house.

The young husband was a bricklayer by trade and made a good living. They moved from Pennsylvania to Star County, Ohio, where they lived for several years.

Until this time, Margaret had never joined any church. Here in Ohio they both became Methodists. They traveled by ox-team to Richland County in the same state, hoping to better their condition. Soon after arriving in Richland County, Jacob was away attending a two-day Methodist revival and while he was gone, two men called at their home saying they were preachers of the Gospel. They asked if they might stay all night. Margaret directed them to their neighbors, although she knew they had no more room than they had. But they night she attended their meeting and said she did not believe a word they said.

Her husband returned the next day and they both attended the meeting that evening and listened to Elders Derby and Tripple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. “My husband,” said Margaret, “returned home that evening a believer in this new religion in spite of the fact that he had just returned the day before from the Methodist revival, and he said, ‘This is just what I have been looking for.’ The following day he was baptized into the Church. I called him ‘green’ then, but a month later, I too recognized the truth and joined the Church.”

Jacob Foutz was soon called to preside over the branch of the Church there. He had a throat or lung infection and it had reached the stage where he could not speak above a whisper but he said, “If the Lord wants me to preside He will restore my health,” and he was administered to by the Elders and made whole immediately.

Said Margaret, “The following summer we moved to Missouri to join the other Saints and we bought land on Crooked River, and while here my husband was chosen with a few others to guard Brother Haun’s mill, as mob had threatened to destroy it.”

There is quoted here some incidents relating to the Haun’s Mill Massacre – recorded late in life as she recalled them, most of which are in addition to those given in Jacob’s Biography.

One afternoon a mob of sixty or seventy men came, their faces were blackened and they were riding at full speed. Margaret was on her way to get a pail of water when the mob spied her and began shooting. She threw herself behind a large fallen tree and lay there unhurt until they left, boasting “there is one woman less.”

When Margaret returned to her home and five children, her son came and told her to run for her life to the woods. Later, twenty-eight bullets were cut out of the log where she had first fallen, and many more were picked up from the ground where she had fallen. All that night she, with some forty of fifty women and children huddled together in the woods with a few shawls and blankets.

In the morning Margaret walked to the mill (some two or three miles distance) to look for her husband, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. She found him covered with some rubbish. He had been shot in the thigh and had saved himself by drawing dead bodies over him and pretending to be dead. She saw the bodies that covered him and the others killed in the area.buried in the old dry well.

That evening Brother Evans got a team and took her and her husband home. No one can understand the joyful sensation created by such a reunion except those who have been in like circumstances. The mob thought they had taken her husband’s life, and she was forced to take him to the woods many times after that and cover him with leaves.

A miracle happened at the time of the Haun’s Mill massacre. Isaac Laney, one of the Saints guarding with Jacob Foutz, fled from the scene as they poured a shower of lead after him which pierced his body. Eleven bullets went through him. There were twenty seven bullet holes in his shirt, seven in his pantaloons, and his coat was literally cut to pieces. One ball entered one armpit and came out the other. Another entered his back and came out at the breast. A ball passed through each hip, each leg and each arm. All these shots were received while he was running for his life, and strange as it may appear, although he had one of his ribs broken he was able to out-run his enemies and his life was saved. We can only acknowledge this deliverance as a testimony of God’s power and mercy.

President Brigham Young was also among the number, and although the balls flew around him like hail, he was not wounded.

While in Missouri, Susan, the eldest child, was very sick with a fever. She had been speechless for twenty-four hours. The Prophet Joseph was traveling through the country and stopped a half mile from their home. They sent for him and he sent two of the brethren in his stead. They knelt down and prayed, and then administered to her. The next morning Susan got up and ate her breakfast, and that same morning the Prophet called at their home and shook hands with everyone and said, “I knew she would be all right this morning.”

In February 1839 the Saints were driven by the mobs from Missouri. They took refuge in Illinois and Iowa. Margaret’s husband, Jacob, in the Nauvoo area successively served as a Bishop’s Counselor, Bishop of the Nauvoo Fifth and Eighth Wards. He was a Bishop when the Saints were driven from Nauvoo.

“I received my endowments and second anointings in the Nauvoo Temple, “Margaret tells us.

Jacob Foutz was a captain of the second fifty in his company in crossing the plains which started in June 1847 from Winter Quarters. They arrived in Salt Lake City Sept. 25, 1847. Margaret and her husband worked hard to get settled in this new land. Jacob worked long hours in building their adobe house – hauling logs and sawing them into flooring with hand saws. He had never fully recovered from the wound he received at Haun’s Mill, and with the hardships in crossing the plains, his life was shortened. Five months after arriving in Salt Lake City he passed away, leaving is wife and children, the youngest but five weeks old. Jacob was Bishop of his ward in Salt Lake City until his death. Their earthly possessions besides the adobe house, consisted of seven bushiels of wheat, two cows, one city lot, and five acres of sagebrush land. Their children were: Susan, Pollyanne, Nancy Ann, Elisabeth, Sarah, Catherine, Alma, Joseph, Lehi, Margaret, Hyrum, Jacob Jr. and Maranda. Of these twelve children, five died without raising families. Susan died after being healed in Missouri but before the trek west; Pollyanne at seven years passed away in Ohio; Alma and Hyrum died very young; and Sarah probably died before the trek as she is not listed with the Pioneers. (Although Margaret speaks in one biography as being a widow and eight children which would have to include Sarah?) The rest of the children, seven, all grew to manhood and womanhood, raised a numerous posterity which is scattered from Canada to Mexico, and as far as we know, they all belong to the Church of their parents.

Joseph Lehi Foutz, the eldest son living at the time of his father’s death, even though only ten years of age, heroically shared the responsibility with his mother in caring for the family.

In March 1852 Margaret moved with her family to Pleasant Grove, Utah. They first located on the land where the J. P. Hayes home now stands (!937). Later they moved into a log cabin on the lot where the old Foutz home stood for many years. This was on the northwest corner of First West and Center Streets. At that time there was a rock wall around the city, forming a fort. This wall bordered the north side of the Foutz property.

Feb. 20, 1882, George S. Clark, first Bishop of Pleasant Grove, wrote to the Deseret News: “We have only five spinning wheels at present in operation, but hope soon to have many more so that we can have some of the best music in our domestic circles.” Margaret, it seems had one of these five wheels and together with her daughter, Margaret, they spun wool for their neighbors. They received wool for pay, which they made into homespun material and socks, selling the same for a good price.

In spite of the long hours spent in earning a living, their life in this pioneer country was not all toil. Many evenings were spent in merrymaking at the Church socials and in homes of neighbors. They often gathered for quilting “bees”, wool carding “bees” and so forth. On these occasions the menfolk would join them later in the evenings when the chores were done and they all enjoyed parched corn and apples or some simple refreshment which the hostess was able to furnish.

Margaret M. Foutz was a splendid neighbor, independent, and she strictly practiced the Mormon creed, “Mind your own business.” She was well liked by her neighbors. She and her family enjoyed the friendship and association of all in the little community. Being a good neighbor and a good manager, Margaret found time to do for others as well as her own. She was always ready to help and accommodate whenever she could. She was an ideal Pioneer woman, honest, frugal, extremely neat, and made the best of every condition. Her granddaughter, Mary Abigail White West, said of her:

“She could live in a hovel
And make of it a house of prayer
With peace for all who entered there.”

In 1876, when Margaret was living alone in her log home, one of her neighbors, Annie Swenson, who later became the wife of Ezra F. Walker, wrote the story of her life as Margaret dictated it to her. The following paragraph is taken from this story: “I am now in my seventy-sixth year, the mother of twelve children, fifty-two grandchildren and twelve great grandchildren. I have witnessed the growth of our American government under that inspired document, the Constitution of the United States, and have rejoiced under the wise administration of pure and good laws. And I have also witnessed law set a defiance, and mobocratic violence run rampant, yea, verily, when the wicked rule the people mourn.”

Later, for some years this Pioneer mother lived with her daughter, Catherine. Her daughter, Maranda, did her washing and ironing and often fixed dainty food for her, but the mother was independent and to the last, chose to do for herself all that she could do. Old as she was, she was good natured and always looked on the bright side of everything.

On the morning of Aug. 5, 1896, Margaret arose as usual for breakfast. She tiedied up her room and seemingly was in good health but before noon, she had passed away. Only her daughter, Catherine, was with her at the time.

This mother of twelve children, at the time of her death – 95 years old, had 70 grandchildren, 126 great grandchildren, and 9 great great grandchildren.

(Document is a Xerox copy and photos are not of good quality but notation is made here of the text with the photos:

Photo 1: One of the early homes of Margaret Mann Foutz in Pleasant Grove
Photo 2: Home of Catherine Foutz White where Margaret Mann Foutz died.
Photo 3: Margaret Mann (or Munn?) Foutz.
Photo 4: This picture of Joseph Lehi Foutz was taken in Richfield, Utah. Because Joseph resembled his father, Bishop Jacob Foutz, this picture was used in the Pioneer History of Utah in place of one of the father’s. Joseph Lehi was the eldest son of Bishop Jacob Foutz and Margaret Mann Foutz
Photo 5: Left: Jacob Foutz Jr. in front of his home in Pleasant Grove a few years before his death.
Photo 6: Taken in Aug 1914 when family was celebrating 70th birthday of Jacob Foutz Jr.. Left to right, front row; Maranda F. Bacon, Sarah A. T. Foutz, Jacob Jr. and Catherine F. White, second row; Rhoda J. Foutz, Margaret F. Evans, Clara Wamick Nelson, Leaone F. Carson, Olivia Wamick Foutz, 3rd row; Hervert Foutz, Jos Earl Foutz, James A. Nelson and Jacob F. Foutz.

Henson Walker Jr. (1820 – 1904) and Elizabeth Foutz (1826- 1910, Second Wife) were married 10 April 1846 in Nauvoo, Illinois.

Their children and companions

Henson Walker III 1848-1914 – Caroline E. Farnsworth 1849 – 1927
Victoreen E. Walker 1850-1893 – Joseph O. B. Eaton 1839-1900
Lewis Walker 1853-1868
Appollos Benjamin Walker 1855-1910 – Sarah Jane Holman 1858-1939
John Young Walker 1858-1922 – Chastina Holman 1859-1945
Evaline Walker 1860-1888 – Christopher Iverson -1902, second wife of Christopher Roxanna Remington.

NOTE:
We are indebted to Grace Foutz Boulter and Mary Foutz Corrigan for permission to use their “Jacob Foutz Sr. and Family” history and the research and hard work behind it. We are also thankful for Jennie W. Johnson’s and DeVere Walker’s research and that of others, all of which has enabled us to have the genealogical data here included.

(Transcribed from PH-1, Pioneer History Room, Mormon Trail Center at Winter Quarters. Note: Text is transcribed as written with spelling corrected in brackets.)

Linked toFamily: Foutz/Hinkle (F3259); Foutz, Alma; Foutz, Catherine; Foutz, Elizabeth; Foutz, Hyrum; Foutz, Jacob Jr.; Foutz, Jacob; Foutz, John; Foutz, Joseph Lehi; Foutz, Margaret; Foutz, Nancy Ann; Foutz, Sarah; Foutz, Susan; Hinkle, Elizabeth





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